by goura fotadar
the boast of a?
it used to be that you stole that protection
call it raksha
and gave it way
to those question marks
but you know you know there’s no way to
then they watched the jiggles of their delusions
a celebration of none sense
& guffawed faking the merry
of a protector
they thought who thieving from bawd
oh lewd! oh lascivious! (thieves). not oh lord!
protectors only groove to
their own choices.